I've fractured my ulnar, I'm aching Where over my ribs my horse rolled; Egad! the "Old Berkeley" is making One man feel uncommonly old. Good-bye to the season! I'm shattered And damaged in figure and face; But thankful to find I'm not scattered In pieces all over the place!
Good hands will often make the most confirmed refuser jump.]
Galloping down the side of a field covered with mole-hills, on a weak-necked horse, with a snaffle bridle, one foot out of your stirrup, and a bit of mud in your eye!]
_Tomlin_ (_who has been mounted by friend_). "It's all very well to shout 'Loose your reins,' but what the deuce _am_ I to hang on to?"]
SEASONABLE DISH FOR A SPORTSMAN.--A plate o' _f_ox-tail soup.
THE RULE OF THE HUNTING-FIELD.--Lex Tally-ho-nis.
FASHIONABLE FOOD FOR HORSES.--Hay _à la_ mowed.
"Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last." _Cowper._
_Country Gentleman_ (_to nervous man, whom he has mounted_). "By Jove, old chap, never saw the mare so fresh! Take care you ain't off!"
_Nervous Man_ (_heartily_). "W--w--wish to goodness I were!"]
Always let your horse see that you are his master.]
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LD., PRINTERS, LONDON AND TONBRIDGE.
End of Project Gutenberg's Mr. Punch in the Hunting Field, by Various